Blackbeak Bluff you got yourself in a dangerous zone

Though she made a show of not really giving a shit one way or another, Akantha did keep the entirety of her focus on Whip even after he answered bluntly and lapsed into contemplative silence. She hovered there over the droppings for a prolonged moment only to abruptly step over them and squat, releasing a stream of urine. The relief was welcome but it was mostly out of a queer sense of dominance that she did so in front of Whip. Her tail quivered as she finished and she scraped her hind paws against the ground to release further pheromones from the particles now scattered across a five foot radius. 

When she turned her gaze upon him again, it was only after he finished admitting his conjured thoughts. Akantha was a bit thick-skulled when it came to matters of the heart, but she could clearly see how much of an effect their faith had on his broken heart. Perhaps it wasn't an ideal situation—she knew, deep down, how difficult it was to be considered lesser by virtue of gender. There were even times she wished it wasn't so, but there was no room for her to question the will of the Mothers like she used to when left to her own devices.

Those times were few and far between now.

 But here, above the cliffs, she could afford to drop her guard. Akantha turned back and approached Whip. With a single, albeit hesitant, motion she reached out and brushed her lips across his dome. "You do belong here." She murmured to the small space between them only to draw back a bit and give him room to breathe, or escape. "I wanted to give you a chance to go home today if it existed. But if your choice is to stay, then you will always be welcome here so long as stand as Matriarch." She admitted with a nod.